Answer:
My days are numbered.
What room do ghosts avoid?
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
Feed me and I live. Give me water and I die. What am I?
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.